Ashburn
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Ash gripped Eric's body tightly with his fingers, the pain of moving was almost as painful as having his back ripped open. 

"Wings?" Ash asked as if the word had no meaning. The pain was already dieing down for him but his mind was barely able to process what was happening. 

At the mention of cleaning up Ash's brain locked up. The thought of anything touching his back was intolerable.

"Le lit moins amour, le lit! (The bed my love, the bed)" Ash cried. His brain had resorted back to his mother language as it desperately tried to recover from the trauma of the ordeal. Ash clenched harder as he could feel the exit wounds burning, as the blood vessels sealed to stop the blood flow